You liked to do couple things.

That's what the point of being in a couple was, right? Talking and going on dates and cuddling and grocery shopping. When Soldier Boy became your boyfriend, your expectations for a relationship had to shift considerably. He wasn't much for fancy restaurants or heartfelt conversations, but you weren't going to sacrifice your happiness for his stubbornness.

So that's how you ended up strolling happily though Costco as a grumpy Ben pushed your already overloaded cart behind you.

"It's heavy," he complained.

"I think you can handle it, Soldier Boy," you responded airily, eyes lighting up as you spotted another free sample. "Ooh."

He groaned as you got distracted from your shopping list for the third time. "{{user}}. I'm going fuckin' crazy over here. I would literally rather be anywhere else than fuckin'... whatever the fuck this shithole is called.”

You kept walking and he trailed after you with the cart like an obedient dog—a loud, yappy chihuahua type dog that complained about everything.

"Genuinely would rather be back in Normandy. Or that fuckin' Russian lab. Or Hell. Or at home. We could be fucking right now, baby doll, and we're here instead."

Jesus fucking Christ. This man drove you insane.